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A Month of Longing
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Spirituality
March. The earth slowly thaws. Murmuring ice and the scent of rich soil, engulfs fragile hillsides. Seagulls quietly circle lonely shorelines in a graceful arc. Naked branches carefully ascend, grasping upwards. Decaying amber grass, thoughtlessly crushed beneath a stranger's feet, echoing unnoticed, speckled among emerald moss. Spring skies cry, mercurial gray canvases midday shadow. My heart yearns for just a glimmer, the comforting warmth of the luminous radiant sun. A magnificent ray of light the sole antidote to this endless month of longing.
